"No, you worry, because half your friends supports the Lestrange and the other half is playing both sides and waiting to see who wins," Percy said practically, and part of it was hears of prejudices, but the other part was working at the Ministry all his adult life. "Gryffindors don't usually have to worry about that, and I have to admit that most don't care if you find them vomiting in the street."
Percy shrugged. "No one else to do the job. Williamnson has enough on his shoulders at the moment." He smiled. "I get to rest at home. I haven't even cooked."
He let himself be led out of the room. When he felt the door against his back, he took Cass' hand and went to the bedroom. "You can worry once we get in bed. You can tell me what I shouldn't do," he said as he took his clothes off and got into bed.